It's the little things that you think won't change

Little things that I had engraved

No I didn't use names I was only 19 hell it still felt pretty brave

You see them all out in the street

Yeah well none of em look like me

There all young and in love and all their lives will turn out just the way they're supposed to be



Maybe that's where I went wrong

Put all my energy into songs

Slam doors, stiff drinks, and never coming back home to say I'm sorry for way too long

Now I go out on a week night, another band, another fist fight

And all the faces in the crowd just remind me of the things that I still can't get right



So now I'm trying not to see you around

Listening to old songs too loud

And the voice in my head saying "Who in the world little girl's going to want you now"



The same words on the same page

Same nights on the same stage

I know somewhere back there I gave up on myself you're the first one that really paid



So I'm sorry about Sunday

I know you hate it when I ask you to stay

Your just the only one left who knows I'm not quite as tough as the kids all like to say



So I turned down a free ride

I said I'd see you some other time

Well I guess I know now what you meant when you said that I can't just live on pride

Well there's a band on tonight

Lets get dressed up real nice

And we can lean at the bar and make fun of all the things that I still can't get right